DISCLAIMER: In this story, there will be no references to individuals under the age of 18. Any character described in this story is at least 18 years old.
Michael's room was bathed in dim light, the afternoon heat filtering through half-closed curtains. He stood completely naked, his athletic frame leaning against the bedframe, defined abs tensing slightly as he stared intently at the photos of Victoria adorning his wall.
Exchanging intimate photos among friends had become commonplace - posters for when internet access failed and porn sites became unavailable.
The image that held his gaze showed Victoria in all her audacity: completely nude without a hint of shame, legs spread wide for the camera. Light caressed her slender yet curvaceous body, her smooth hairless skin, that beauty mark above her lip Michael loved kissing. Her small but firm breasts jutted forward, nipples hardened under the lens.
He was about to start masturbating when his phone vibrated. A message from Victoria: "I'm outside. Hurry up."
Attached was a photo showing the distinctive tiled floor of her building's entryway. In the bottom frame, a patch of bare skin was visible - the top of her exposed vulva and bare feet planted on the ground.
Michael smiled. She knew exactly how to drive him wild.
He dressed quickly, slipping into nothing but tight black briefs that stupidly accentuated every contour of his athletic physique. When he stepped outside, his heartbeat quickened at the sight of her.
Victoria leaned against the wall with characteristic boldness, wearing only an absurdly short green top that ended just below her perfect breasts, leaving her toned stomach bare. From the waist down she was completely nude. Her long, smooth legs crossed nonchalantly, bare feet toying with a pebble.
Seeing him, she approached with feline grace, red lips already parting for his kiss.
"Finally," Victoria teased, "I was about to masturbate right here out of boredom." But Michael noticed she wasn't entirely joking - her arousal was evident. He ignored the comment, reclaiming her lips.
Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues exploring with desperate need. Michael gripped her narrow hips, feeling her bare skin's warmth beneath his fingers. She pressed against him, her slender body molding to his form, chest brushing his bare torso.
The kiss grew more frantic as Michael's hands roamed Victoria's bare back, mapping every curve of her toned frame. She moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer.
"God, you drive me crazy," Michael murmured before kissing the beauty mark above her lip, then trailing wet kisses down her neck.
Victoria laughed low in her throat - a provocative sound - while gripping his hips. "If you keep this up, we'll never make it downtown," she said, though her tone betrayed her desire to stay.
With one final playful nip at his neck, she pulled away, taking his hand. "Come on, let's catch that tram."
He followed, walking behind to admire and occasionally grope her bare backside as she walked barefoot through the city. At the stop, they boarded the nearly empty tram.
Victoria sat beside Michael, her smooth, tanned thighs gradually parting beneath the emerald green top so short it barely contained her breasts. She settled on the seat without pretense.
Then Liam boarded - Michael's athletic friend with messy dirty-blond hair and a tight black tee showcasing his arm muscles. He wore nothing else, his semi-erection clearly visible. Michael greeted him with a kiss.
